The grass is tickling my feet while I run around the grass of the park
The taste of honey is exploding my mouth with the sense of calming
Barbecue fills my nose from the neighborhood's people that grill
The sound of dogs running and barking fill my ears
They ran with in a hasty fret towards small tree across the meadow
Their legs moving in a moments hast
The feeling of being free all over their face.
- Margaret
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